“I need to get out there and chat up another Rotman backpack—before I lose all sense of purpose and my extremely basic small talk skills."

I can picture the exact look on your face as I show you that invoice outlining each and every tiny little mandatory payment––priceless.

"Do you know how many kale-centric meals I’ve prepped? Fuck. If I knew I could still be a Beta after all this I never would've started."

There is one thing that citizens of Earth should be looking forward to: for a brief period of time, planet Earth will be rid of Jeff Bezos.

In return, Vera scored a Ryerson degree plus an inconveniently-sized wine decanter that his trade partner was a little too eager to offload.

Haven't our healthcare workers been through enough this year?